I was a naive little kid, and for whatever reason I thought about money a lot. (probably cause I didn’t have friends till high school)
My most common schemes were things like collecting cards, rocks, stamps, and coins. But not like actual collections people do eventually get money for, no I collected things like regular pennies, because someday they’d be old, and used stamps cause I didn’t really understand stamp collecting at all. I grew out of that phase and then started trying to sell things to my classmates, random things like pencil shavings that made cool shapes, toys I didn’t like anymore or candy you couldn’t get in the vending machine. (that’s probably why I had no friends back then)
Still even with all my schemes for money I never really aimed at being a billionaire exactly, just at having money to go buy new toys and stuff like that. By the time I left elementary school I’d grown out of those sorts of schemes and just settled into a life of being broke, content to think on that mystical point in the future when I would be rich. But I never made anymore plans on how that future was supposed to happen, I still don’t.
Sorry for the book guys.